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An ancient ring of dark iron, its surface rough and scarred, yet the ruby set into its band gleams as if freshly polished. The stone’s depth seems almost endless, its surface occasionally reflecting images that do not belong to the present. When worn, the ring feels cold at first, then gradually warms, as if syncing to the heartbeat of its bearer. In complete darkness, it emits a dull, rhythmic glow, like a beacon calling out to something unseen. , aidmabaldursgate3, aidmamj6.1, aidmafluxpro1.1